Fairytale
It’s cold and we’re all snowed inVote yes for the global warmingReaping the things the poor are sowingWhat then are the polls showing?
Who’ll be the superseder,The builder of the walls; a great leaderHe’ll rape us all and say surprise…And everything is fine.
The one who traps the most monkeys inThe maze will winThe ballots handed did not have all names inYou know that? I’m just saying…
The New World OrderKeeps fishing in the troubled water"Choose me. I will pour more fish in the sea"
So, I would need a billion dollars to my name?But no validation, no acclaim?It’s like a play, TV-make-up, a toupée,The chosen one may dig one grave.For the nation. Hooray!
Fairytale for the ones with no hopeHuman weakness gets exploredAnd the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’sA fairytale for the ones with the doughAnd here‘s the happy rending newsTold by the one you’ll choose
Wait, wait, wait, there is more!
All the news your TV’s sending,The same news they ́re all dispensingOne Ring to rule them all, who’s paying,Where’s Waldo, Who’s the Walrus?
Confuse to veil the wrong questionsBy the only ones with the answers“Facts are stupid things”
No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my nameI don’t need a star, The Walk of FameIt’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée,The chosen one will dig my grave.Hip, hip, hooray!
Fairytale for the ones with no hopeHuman weakness gets exploredAnd the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’sA fairytale for the ones with the doughTurn the page with fingers so,So long and beautiful
The moon is rising downYour smile is but a frownBefitting like a tailor-made, upscale suit on a clown
“Things have never been more like the way they areToday in history”“Sir, you are urinating on me”“It’s freezing and snowing in New York.We need global warming”“Let’s steel our wills and lose our minds”Let’s steel our wills and lose our minds, our minds
No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my nameI don’t need a star, The Walk of FameIt’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée,The chosen one will dig my grave.Hey-yay!
Fairytale for the ones with no hopeHuman weakness gets exploredAnd the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’sA fairytale for the ones with the doughTurn the page with fingers so,So, long an beautiful
Fairytale for the ones with no hopeHuman weakness gets exploredAnd the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’sA fairytale for the ones with the doughPage by page, we turn and fall asleepThen count the only sheep,Too afraid to leap…Into a ravine.